Harry Potter's Bizarre Adventure


Riga, Latvia


Riga was the capital of Latvia, and like most Baltic states, it was slowly recovering from years of Soviet domination. With the close of the Cold War, the stirrings of true independence were all over the small country despite the immense military and industrial investment in the area from Russia. As a result, it was an uncertain time of worry and concern and mistrust.

Despite this, people still lived, worked, loved and raised their children. One family in particular was looking forward to the coming year, as their youngest had received a letter to Durmstrang Institute: To be trained as a wizard! It was a secret they had to keep, but keeping secrets was nothing new to the small family-They'd worked as part of the Latvian Liberation Front, passing information to help push for the expulsion of the Soviet boot on their necks.

None of this really mattered to Alistair Reese-Mogg, Pureblood supremacist and Dark Wizard. He had waited for hours for the family to get back, his fists squeezing tightly. He was barely able to control his breathing, he was so eager. He sat under his Invisibility Cloak in the girl's room, licking his lips. He could hear footsteps on the stairs, someone coming up. Yes... He quivered in excitement, reaching up to rub his temple.

He had such an evening planned for this one, yes he did...

The doorknob slowly turned. He raised his wand, a silent Entrapment Spell on his lips... He paused as he saw nothing. He frowned. What was it? He ran a hand through his thin, greasy hair. Maybe he should just Imperio the little brat and bring her up-

"Expelliarmus," stated a cold voice, and Alistair's wand was knocked out of his hand as he was slammed back into the wall. He grunted in shock, as a tall, black figure melted out of the shadows. Hook nosed. Short, black hair. Eyes as black as coal, and just as cold and hard. Alistair gasped in shock.

"Snape!"

"Reese-Mogg," the potions master greeted coldly, pocketing Alistair's wand. "You've gotten better at hiding... But I've gotten better at searching you out."

"Have a change of heart for the livestock of the world, Snape?" Reese-Mogg hissed, keeping his voice even. Snape's eyes narrowed.

"I'm not the one acting like an animal, filth," Snape hissed. He raised his wand, but Reese-Mogg just laughed. Snape paused, confused.

"Oh, how rich, coming from Dumbledore's little pet. You may have been able to mock me and beat me around when we were Death Eaters... But now?"

Thick, ugly black vines, covered in razor sharp thorns, erupted out of nowhere. They lashed around the surprised Snape's throat, hands and legs, restraining him and lifting him up. One smacked his wand out of his hand, and it clattered onto the bare wood floor. Reese-Mogg laughed, an ugly, greasy sound. He stood up, the vines wriggling from his back to make him look like a horrific spider.

"See? SEE? I have my Stand back... I don't need the Dark Lord to make me powerful! It's all me! And when he returns, he'll thank me! Elevate me over any of his other followers! For I alone am continuing his work. While you, half-breed Traitor..." Alistair sneered, getting right up into the struggling Snape's face. "You'll feed my Stand-Black Root, with your bloody remains!"

Snape hissed in pain as the thorns dug into his skin, blood dripping from all over his body. Alistair jerked his thorny vines, forcing Snape to face him. He grinned, sallow yellow teeth glinting in the weak light. He slapped Snape across the face, laughing harder.

"Ahahaha! All hail the great Severus Snape! Without his wand! Weak and pitiful!" He leaned in, his foul breath washing over Snape's long nose. "Who never got over that redheaded Mudblood."

Snape's eyes narrowed dangerously. The thorny vines that made up Black Root holding him up... Were severed with a gust of wind. Alistair gasped and fell back, as Snape landed on his feet. He immediately lashed out, sending more vines to lash him-But they all were slashed to pieces, falling to the floor. Alistair yelped, bloody cuts appearing on his fingers.

"AH! Wha-How-?!"

"You inbred little fool," Snape said, his voice dripping cold contempt, "did it never occur to you... That not all of us had to get our power from that snake sucking lunatic? My power has always, always... Been my own. REAPER!"

A black form, like a skeletal knight in spiky, black armor with eyes that burned like hot coals, emerged from Snape's body. It leveled a long sword, black as the night sky, right at Alistair's face. Snape held a hand up to his face, and wiped away some of the blood.

"You... You can't possibly..." Alistair stuttered. "I'm a Death Eater! Like you!"

Snape finally smiled. It wasn't a nice sight. "No. Not like you."

Alistair, panicking, flung more thorny vines at Snape... And the Reaper moved... And everything around him was coming apart, falling apart, and he was falling apart-!

The last thing he saw were those two dark, looming forms, before everything went black.

Snape waited around after he used Evanesco to clean the remains. The little witch arrived home with her parents, carrying new supplies. The girl eagerly went up to her room, and jumped onto her bed. She happily opened her books, devouring the contents within... Unaware of what had transpired inside her home.

It was for the best. Children were far too sensitive to take such things. Snape shook his head, and Apparated off. He still had much left to do...


[STAND MASTER] Severus Snape

[STAND NAME] Reaper

[STAND TYPE] High Speed Offensive - Sword wielding Stand can cut, thrust and slash at incredibly high speeds.


[STAND MASTER] Alistair Reese-Mogg

[STAND NAME] Black Root

[STAND TYPE] Restrainment - Can summon black, thorny vines as whips and restraints.


And when Harry Potter comes to Hogwarts...


A girl's bathroom in the dungeons. An errant cave troll. And two little first year students, rushing down the hallway to rescue their classmate. It almost felt like the set up to some impossible story, but this was real. And Harry wasn't shocked at the impossible anymore.

Being shocked at the possible...? Well, that was more likely once you expanded your definition of "possible".

"I told you," Harry muttered to Ron Weasley as they raced down the steps, "I can handle this myself! Go back!"

"Are you barmy?! I'm not letting you face a Cave Troll alone!" Ron hissed. "We should get a teacher or a prefect or-"

"There's no time! Go back!" Harry insisted. Ron shook his head.

"No! You're stuck with me!"

The firmness of that statement almost made Harry smile.

He skidded to a halt at the doorway to the girls' bathroom, Ron huffing hard behind him. There it was-Huge, ugly, and smelling so bad setting it on fire would have improved the scent immensely.

The troll was towering over Hermione, who had pressed herself against the far wall to try and look as small as possible. All of its attention was on her, and judging from the damage to the stalls it had already tried to strike her. A savage part of Harry's mind was pleased-He had no reason to hold back. A savage part that erupted from his body, making Ron yelp.

"What the bloody-What is that?!" Ron gasped. Harry looked up. The silver, gold, and red form of Powerslave emerged, floating above them. It was a big, strong Stand-Shaped like a male bodybuilder with lines of gold running across its skin. A white, ornate kilt framed in silver and gold was the only clothing it wore. Its face was concealed behind a golden mask, shaped like a bird's head with pointy golden feathers framing it. Long red hair waved from the back of its head, like flames caught in the wind. Around its wrists were chains and manacles... But the chains were broken and hanging uselessly. The cave troll turned, sniffing loudly, its beady eyes fixing on the two boys and the Stand.

"I don't take kindly to those trying to eat my classmates," Harry stated loudly, ginning up his own courage. He couldn't help it: When Powerslave was out, he felt like more than just some orphaned waif. Some oddball trying to fit into wizarding school.

Harry felt... Powerful.

The troll, heedless of the threat, charged and swung its club right for them. Hermione and Ron screamed. Faster than an eyeblink, Powerslave reached out a hand and caught the club. The cave troll struggled, and yanked back to try and retrieve its weapon. The wood in the club creaked, and it took a moment for Harry to realize the immense pressure Powerslave's fingers were exerting. He focused... And the club shattered like glass, woodchips raining down onto the tiled floor. The troll stared stupidly... And then swung a Christmas ham sized fist for Ron.

"HORA!" Powerslave bellowed, its punch meeting the troll's stomach hard enough to knock it off its feet. Even before the troll had realized its diaphragm had been collapsed, hundreds of blows rained onto the thick creature's hide. "HORAHORAHORAHORAHORA!!!"

Powerslave's bellows were so loud, its blows landed like thunderclaps, Hermione and Ron had to cover their ears. A final ORA accompanied a haymaker that distorted the skull of the troll, the sheer force sending its head through the wall... Along with the rest of its body.

CRASH!

Hermione and Ron were left staring, dumbfounded, as the cave troll lay motionless amidst the rubble. Powerslave slowly pulled back, and vanished back into Harry's body. He took a deep breath and left it out. He cracked his neck. He opened his eyes with a smile... And observed the still stunned expressions of his classmates.

"... What?"


[STAND MASTER] Harry Potter

[STAND NAME] Powerslave

[STAND TYPE] Close Range Combat - Boasts immense strength, speed and precision. Other abilities currently unknown...